Art
What is Art?
re: Ibsen said, “There must be a troll in what I write.” Art, today, encompasses the dream postponed into anything-goes. Justified in letting the artist descend into mediocrity, spiraling around an ego put upon a pedestal. As if, all that a person does is art. And it is. But I have no time for it. I agree with Harold Bloom in a recent interview. He asked, would you want just anyone to do surgery on you? Of course not. You want someone to know what they are doing before they cut into you. Yet today we look at the arts as if everything is the fine craftsmanship of a great artist, and much of it isn’t. Until you become yourself what benefit can you be to others? Mediocrity appeals to the mass, and it appeals to the mass ego. And though it may be art, it is not the exceptional dream, enchanting the child, like a kiss walking home to my knowledge, in an unformulated illustration which wakes me up – Michael Carrico, Seattle Artist